The waves grew rough
as the strings started to break
my hands held too long that it started to bleed
"Hold on.." i said as i felt his hands glide.
"I can't.." he said as he removed my bleeding hands from his.
"This boat is too small for two people, you have to let go." i felt the sinking of the boat as my tears started to fall i realized,
maybe he was right..
I was too selfish for my own good that i forgot what mattered most..
HIM.
The one i want to share my dreams with.
HIM.
The one i want to be with in the future..
Crestfallen and gradually i asked him. "Do you still.. love me?" Every word killed my very being, afraid of the words he'd say.
He kept mum.
I felt this queer feeling- the feeling of being worthless.
My heart aching from so much pain.
My hands throbbing from holding too long.
Little did i know it was me.
It was me who needed the saving.
"You chose your dream and now you lose me." He looks over to his shoulder as he heard a yacht coming.
And still, he chose to leave me at my worst.
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Lost between the Lines
Poetry"Between thinking, typing and erasing- an untold story ended." [A COLLECTION OF POEMS,PROSE,INSIGHTS] The thoughts going in my head. (#1 on prose on March 3, 2019)
